I can’t decide whether
Or not I’m right or wrong
Maybe steer both ways
Somehow or stay still
Mother screams at me
For protecting
The people
I don’t know
Because I believe
In cherishing
The front covers
Of beings
Ignoring
The inner darkness
That some coats
Contain
But I can smell it
If they step close enough
If they open their mouths
Wider than before
The lips form
The ***** offense
Periods
Commas
And question marks
Chins with
Layers of fuzz
That bounce up and down
That *****
And tickle a pink cheek
Chapped lips
Peeled white skin
Flakes of flesh
Bleeding gums
Plaque in corners
Possible cavities
Torn jeans and label brands
Holes in shirts and kitchen stains
Glossy lipstick
Cheap perfume
And a getaway attitude
Talking in bathrooms
White walls
Stained sinks
Library tables
Toppled water bottles
And ripped labels
Good riddance
Old coats
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
I can’t decide whether
Or not I’m right or wrong
Maybe steer both ways
Somehow or stay still
Mother screams at me
For protecting
The people
I don’t know
Because I believe
In cherishing
The front covers
Of beings
Ignoring
The inner darkness
That some coats
Contain
But I can smell it
If they step close enough
If they open their mouths
Wider than before
The lips form
The ***** offense
Periods
Commas
And question marks
Chins with
Layers of fuzz
That bounce up and down
That *****
And tickle a pink cheek
Chapped lips
Peeled white skin
Flakes of flesh
Bleeding gums
Plaque in corners
Possible cavities
Torn jeans and label brands
Holes in shirts and kitchen stains
Glossy lipstick
Cheap perfume
And a getaway attitude
Talking in bathrooms
White walls
Stained sinks
Library tables
Toppled water bottles
And ripped labels
Good riddance
Old coats
I don't really like this poem too much, but my account is super inactive.
